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I dreamt last night.
There was a woman. Tall, dark, powerful, breathtakingly gorgeous. She frightened me.
There were others. Like me, friends. Loving people.
She was trying to corrupts us, turn us against ourselves and the others.
I was clawing at her, fighting her and my friends, who had already been corrupted.
My fingernails started to bleed. As if they had separated from the skin underneath.
It hurt, a lot. Thick, stinging blood pouring from my fingers, seeping through my closed fists. She wanted me to drink it...I refused. My hands would not stop bleeding.